“Forget this. I’m going home.”

It’s the little things that remind you how big your blessings are. As much as I wanted to go to ShopRite and get the one-pound bag of baby carrots on sale for 50 cents, it had been a long, hot day and I was tired and sweaty. But when I told myself “I’m going home,” the magnitude of my words really hit me.

Wow, I’m not homeless anymore. I actually have a home to go to. If only everyone could say the same.

“Getting out of the shelter system … it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever seen anyone do,” my therapist told me. I thought my therapist would have used kicking heroin, or defending your doctoral dissertation, as examples of things that are really hard to do. But no, he said, “getting out of the shelter system.”